Beach The boys of summer Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm driving' by your house Though I know you're not home can see you Your brown skin shining' in the sun You got your hair combed Back and those sunglasses on, baby And I can tell you My love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone I never will forget those nights I wonder if it was a dream Remember how you made me crazy?Remember how I made you scream?Now I don't understand what happened to our love But babe, I'm gonna get you back I'm gonna show you what I'm made of I can see you Your brown skin shining' in the sun see you walking' real Slow and you're smiling' at everyone I can tell you My love for you will

The director was Lee Savage, the producer and head designer was Milton Glaser. It features the Disney character Mickey Mouse being shipped to Vietnam during the war. Moments after arriving, he is shot dead. It was produced independently in 1969 and has a total running time of one minute. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uaaO57dTbg

Whatever it is, the dogs love whatching tv.

"Paradise"When she was just a girl She expected the world But it flew away from her reach So she ran away in her sleep And dreamed of Para-para-paradise,Para-para-paradise,Para-para-paradise Every time she closed her eyes When she was just a girl She expected the world But it flew away from her reach And the bullets catch in her teeth Life goes on, it gets so heavy The wheel breaks the butterfly Every tear a waterfall In the night, the stormy night, she'd close her eyes In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly And dream of Para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh She'd dream of Para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh-oh Lalalalalalalalalalala And so lying underneath those stormy skies She'd say, "Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, I know the sun must set to rise."This could be Para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise This could be Para-para-paradise Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh This could be Para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise This could be Para-para-paradise Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh This could be Para-para-paradise Para-para-paradise This could be Para-para-paradise Oh oh oh oh oh oh-oh-oh @coldplay

Now having the freedom to write, to say and do what we want is often seen as a trashy action.

You are walking, rather slowly and deliberately. Your attention is on the sensations of your feet contacting the ground: heel, sole, toes; shifting your weight, lifting, swinging your leg, and so on. You’re conscious of the texture under your feet; your body’s weight; the ever-present pull of gravity and the balance of forces keeping you upright. Your attention is just occupied enough to stay with your simple sensations. As you walk, steadily, calmly, you become more aware of little details that normally escape your notice, like the volume of the space you’re moving through; little noises in the environment; the gentle patter of rain outside; the cool, moist air on your face and hands; the muted shadows; the soft gray light.

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.”

The drawings and graffitis found on school walls have always been a source of inspiration to me no doubt because of the impulsive nature and naivety of the gesture.

Contrary to popular belief, modern graffiti does not begin in New York, but in Philadelphia ...

Its artistic form appears in the 1960s. And it's an act of love. A certain Cornbread, to attract the attention of a young woman, floods the city with his signature. To the point of being spotted by the local press, which far from blaming him, then challenges him: to put his name in the most impossible places possible. It remains one of the foundations of street art today. Cornbread gets caught up in the game, and will even go so far as to tag the Jackson 5's private jet! This media coverage will trigger vocations throughout the city, and popularize a vandal method, which advocates both degradation .

This is the time for 2020 to en. But this catastrophic year make use more aware about our environnement and fragility. Peace

The disappearance of the dinosaurs was allegedly caused by the collision of a giant meteor with the Yucatan Peninsula 66 million years ago. Of all the places on Earth where an asteroid could have crashed, the Yucatan peninsula was probably the worst choice.

The emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying.

Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live in cars.

Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days in cars.

Here in my car
Where the image breaks down
Will you visit me please
If I open my…

Same planet, same people, same art.

Initially, a variety of signs were posted at crossings, and in time, watchmen were stationed at the busier crossings to warn of approaching trains. The first U.S. patent given for a railroad crossing gate dates back to August 27, 1867, and was awarded to J. Nason and J. Wilson of Boston Massachusetts.